I Put On

Potty Potter, The Crack Head That Lived had just been a mirror inch from his face, close enough to kiss. Potty’s hot breath had been blowing on him, tingling his skin. Draco couldn’t move, he was frozen in his place, just staring off into the vast nothing-ness of the train car around him.

“M-m-Malfoy?” Choked a voice to his right. Draco snapped his head towards the voice and snarled, some Hufflepuff was stand there look at him.

“What?” He hissed not too happy about being taken out of his trance.

“The prefects meeting sir, it starts in five minutes. You just looked all zoned out I just didn’t want you to be late…” The Hufflepuff boy said. Draco’s eyes widened he had totally forgotten about the meeting. How could he? He was Head Boy after all. Draco cleared his throat and walked past the boy into his train compartment grabbing the Head Boy pin and safely fastening it to the lapel of his robes.

Draco strode down the halls in-between the train cars and compartments. He keept his head held high, until he passed a compartment holding Pansy, Blasé, Crabbe and Goyle. His head then dropped Pansy herself was putting on her Prefects pin, he tried his hardest to not make any eye contact as he continued walking. He finaly came to the car that Mcgonagall and the rest of the Prefects claimed, sliding open the door he stepped in and look around, but his eyes instantly went to a dumbfounded Weasel and Granger, Granger was wearing a head girl pin. Suddenly, the door to the car opened and he was violently shoved out of the way, Pansy snarled at him glaring. Draco gulped and took a site on the opposite side of the car, next to Granger.

“Welcome Ladies and Gentlemen to the new school year.” McGonagall said breaking the tender dull pain of silence. “As most of you have noticed, Miss. Granger and Mr. Malfoy are head boy and girl, both whom get to take advantage, but not too much advantage, of the heads common room.”

Draco sighed, it was the same blah blah blah he heard every year from her about the Prefects responbilties. Like he didn’t know all this crap already. His mind slowly moved over to the thought of Pottey Potter being close enough for a kiss. He wasn’t sure if he should be disgusted or turned on. But much to his dismay, he was becoming randy at the thought of a possibility of a taboo kiss shared between the two of them. He crossed his legs and repositioned his robes to cover up the possibilities of an erection.

After being excused from the meeting, Draco slugged back to his compartment, sighing as he made his way to it. Stepping in, he let the door close its self and he collapsed into a bench and closed his eyes putting his feet on the window, bending his knees. Sighing again, he tried to block out the taboo thoughts. Well not if the thoughts of being with another man wasn’t taboo enough, being with his mortal enemy was pretty much a double negative. Soon he fell asleep and didn’t awake until the train whistled at it Entrance to Hogsmeade station. He picked himself up of the bench and exited his compartment into the crammed hall of the train car. He made his way to the platform and up the gravel hill to the carriages.

He hopped in one, hoping that he may just have it all to himself, but of course not the minute he got comfortable the door swung open in hopped Potter, Granger and Weasel.

“Lets get in another one.” Ron attempted to whisper.

“None-since Ron. No need to.” Harry said looking Draco in the eye. Draco raised an eyebrow and with that the carriage took off up the hill. Hermione sat there puzzled, looking back and forth between Harry and Draco, Ron grumbled and looked out the window. The carriage jerked and bumped its way up the hill coming to an abrupt stop, skidding at bit at the flat in front of the entrance stairs to Hogwarts. Without thinking, Draco forced himself out first and took off at a fast brisk pace for the great hall.

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Draco sat in the Great Hall at the Sytherin table staring down all the food. He was starving but he just didn’t feel the need to eat. Draco could barley muster his voice up to ask someone to pass the steak towards him. While his Sytherin house mates bustled along chatting and joking, enjoy the feast that appeared in front of them, Draco sat there, ignored, a little boy once again. He reached out a long thin arm and grabbed a dinner roll from the bread basket in front of him. He let it drop to his plate and just looked down at it.

Picking at it, he nibbled at the pieces of roll that dusted his plate. He made no eye contact and tried his hardest to ignore the accidental elbows on his sides. His former friends sat feet from him having the time of their lives, laughing as loud as ever. Draco sighed up looking up at the other tables, scanning them for potential life, he could not go this whole school year without any friends at all. He felt eyes on him, he began to feel paranoid. Someone was watching him and he knew it, he just didn’t know who was watching him and were from. It could easily just be Snape but Draco didn’t dare look up at the Professors table to find out if this was true or not. He just kept to himself.

The feast was soon over and he remained seated, waiting for the bulk of students to leave before he went to find Professor Snape and be lead to the Head Boy And Girls Chambers. The Prefects voices, so strong and powerful like his once was, booming over the crowd beckoning the First Years to follow them to a safety area of sorts. Draco sat there hunched over at the table ignoring the people around him as much as he could, he knew that some of them had to be whispering about him.

“Mister Malfoy” Drawled a cool voice from behind him. Draco jumped and banged his knees on the table, hissing to himself he turned around to see Snape in his thirty pounds of black fabric staring down at him. “Follow me Mister Malfoy, we have business to do.”

Draco did as he was told and followed Snape out of the great hall, down twisting stairwells, leaky dungeons and to a oddly placed painting of a full moon.

“This is the Head Boy And Girl Common room. You both have separate rooms and bathrooms. You are to have minimal guest and keep the password to yourself. It’s ‘Enigma’. Have a good night Mister Malfoy” And with that short and sweet talk, Snape was off robes flying out behind him. Draco turned and looked at the painting.

“Enigma” He sighed and the painting swung open, Draco crawled in and drug his feet through the common room, he could care less what it looked like. There was a large green door with sliver trim that was obviously his. He nearly ripped the door of its hinges without even noticing it and collapsed onto his plush bed.